Ok.  Here goes….

I know you may think this a strange platform to open everything up but this is my journal at the moment.  And in my journal goes the truth.  And I am going to speak the whole truth.  Not for judgement or comment or sympathy or comfort but because God has asked me from the beginning of this journey back in August to be transparent.  To not hide. To not be quiet and only tell parts of the truth.  But I have been hiding.  Yes, I have been talking about my struggle.  I have been talking about my hurt.  Yet I have veiled the specific reasons because I don’t want to create offense.  Even in my frustration, I want to bring honor to the One who carries me so gently.  However, I have not been as transparent as is required of me.  I have not been as vulnerable as I should be.  I have only told parts of the truth.  I have omitted.  And that is still lying.

You may think this explanation means you are finally going to get all the details.  You’re not.  I’m not here to expose things that are not mine to tell.  I am here to talk about my sin…..to be vulnerable, real, open.  There have been times I have felt like the only one and that is a lonely place.  I don’t want you to feel the same….so here is my darkness…

I have been living in a world where I have believed that I should be betrayed, rejected, abandoned because I deserve it.  I have done things and lived lies that I never thought I could or would be a part of.  I spent many, many years being a liar.  It started small enough….I’m not even sure why I told the lie other than somehow inside of me, I was afraid.  It was small but it started a cycle in my life that I have battled for years.  I remember going to the store that shall remain nameless shortly after I was married and buying things for our home.  They were small and silly things like cleaning supplies, a mop and bucket, a broom, pretty couch pillows, some new clothes for our son…nothing extravagant but I remember thinking to myself on the way home that I had spent too much money and my husband was going to be angry.  I don’t know why I thought that…he hadn’t really ever shown anger up to that point….but still it was there.  And I bowed low to that fear. Without even realizing it,  I welcomed her in, served her iced tea and became fast friends with her.  We began a lifelong friendship.  We talked every day. I submitted myself to that friend named fear and she dominated me.

When we bought our first home in December of 1997 is when she really rose up and took over.  My husband had his own business and I was in charge of the finances.  I knew all the right things to do…I had worked in a bank for heavens sake, but somehow I could just never make the math work to where we had enough.  I didn’t buy extravagant things or make horrible decisions but I couldn’t get it right and my dear friend fear refused to let me ask for help.  And because she dominated me, I cowered to her demands.  So I lied.  By omission.  I didn’t speak up and say, “we don’t have enough for that” or “we need to cut back on this.”  So my husband was always left with the impression that there was plenty and he could do whatever he liked, within reason.  And honestly he did wonderful things.  He bought dirt bikes for him and the boys, they went on road trips to find antique trucks, camping trips were had and enjoyed.  And me and the girls stayed home and watched.  I felt sorry for myself because I was never going to get that new couch.  I got angry because the girls wanted to do things but there wasn’t enough money so the answer was always no for them.  Our home needed some upgrades but we just couldn’t make it happen.  And I listened to my friend fear and believed that it was my husbands fault….that somehow I wasn’t valuable enough to take care of.  That I was an afterthought. I believed that if he thought I was important enough, he would step back and look at it and see what was happening and take it over….or something.  But in my mind, if I made it about his neglect then I wasn’t at fault.  It’s funny how the mind works when you let fear take over….and you don’t even know it’s happening until it’s too late.  I have spent years battling the spiral of this cycle.  I would do better for awhile but then it would wear on me and I would cave to the pressure to be what I was not. There are many years of this road.  Omitting, lying to cover the omission, frustration, anger, regret….and again and again.  I look back on it now and think how ridiculous it all was.  And it was.  But I also see how I bought fully into the lie that I was messing up continually so that made me worthless. I didn’t deserve to be cherished.  Everything I got was what I had coming to me.  And I taught my family to view me in the same way.  So what I believed about myself was what I manifested on the outside.  But then I would punish those around me for not loving me enough.  It’s exhausting just thinking about it now.  I have made so many things hard and painful.

I realized the other day that I have a very specific thought process.  I have been told many times recently by different people that they think I’m amazing.  That I’m real and authentic, talented and strong.  This is such a huge compliment to me.  The problem lies in what goes on in my head when I hear these things.  I literally think to myself, “You wouldn’t say that if you really knew me.  My family knows me for real and they don’t think I’m amazing.  You wouldn’t really like me or compliment me if you really knew me like they do.”  Now how on earth can I go years and years thinking like this and never realize it you ask?  I have no idea but I have.  Simple as that.  I just have.  But I’m done with that.  I must be done with that.  I cannot live the rest of my life never writing that book or thriving in relationship or experiencing God to the fullest if I keep going down that road.  It stops.  Now.

Please hear me clearly.  I am not taking ownership for everything that has ever been wrong in my family.  I am owning and bringing into the open my stuff….where I have allowed the enemy entrance to accuse me and determine my value. I must allow God to shatter my darkness. I no longer will allow the enemy this foothold in my life.  He has run me for long enough.  I am done being controlled like doll on a string.  Because these things have been hidden in the dark, I have allowed these accusations to come at me, not just in my own mind, but by the people I love the most.  I can’t do that anymore.  I am here to say, “The Lord Rebuke You satan.  You will accuse me no longer.  You are convicting me of crimes that I may have committed but that my Lord refuses to even charge me with.  My garments are dirty.  Really dirty.  But God washes me anyway.  Over and over and over again. I have failed, but in His great kindness to me, He holds my hand and leads me out of the darkness.  It’s time to live in the light.